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Subject: Thanks a bunch, Demora! More inside!

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Friulla

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Date Posted: 12:28:19 05/24/03 Sat
In reply to: Demora 's message, "Here..." on 17:52:06 05/22/03 Thu

The next morning found Blazebeech in an exhausted slumber, and Swiftrudder stirring a concoction of various wild vegetables and trying to stay awake. Though the otter was feeling better, he was still halucinating a little.
"Pregg, get yer beak outa the stew, it'll be done next season, an' you kin wait that long! I mean it, Pregg, and will ye stop that purple mouse from tryin' t'eat afore it's done?"
Blazebeech woke, and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She could see Swiftrudder stirring his stew and talking to himself. She squatted by the fire next to him.
"Mm," she said, inhaling slowly. "That smells good, Swifty."
Swiftrudder looked over at Blazebeech and grinned.
"Aw, Pregg," he said, looking to where he thought the owl was sitting. "Pregg, y'shouldn't 've! How'd ye manage t'find me little pretty?" Then he leaned over and hugged Blazebeech.
"Violet, me little ottermaid!" he exclaimed.
Blazebeech got the impression that her otterfriend thought she was his daughter, presumably Violet. She decided to play along.
"Alright, Swi-er, Daddy, when'll the stew be done?" she said, releasing herself from his grip.
Swiftrudder chuckled. "Violet, will ye ever learn t'speak right otterlike?"
"Sure, Daddy, when'll th' vittles be done, hmm?"
"Just about...now! Fetch me some bowls, Violet!"
Blazebeech ran and got two large shells that she had been carrying in her pouch.
Swiftrudder was just about to fill the shells, when suddenly a voice boomed out.
"Leeeeeeeeeeeave myyyyyyyyyyyyy foreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeest!" it moaned. "Leeeeeeeeeeave or deeeeeeeeeeath will coooooooooooome! Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeath! DEEEEEEEEEEEEATH!"
Then Swiftrudder and Blazebeech saw the creature. It was tall and thin, wrapped in a long black cloak.

TBC......

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